After God's heart

One windy night
I look at the stars
Stretching out my hand
As If I can reach those stars in the sky
Suddenly, I saw a girl
She has a paper pinned on her dress
"Ms. Feelings"
I whisper as I read her name
Weird. I thought
I asked her if she was really true
But she just looked at me
And went away
After a few minutes,
I saw a boy,
Standing beside a tree
He also had a paper pinned on his shirt
"Mr. Feelings"
This time, I did not whisper his name
Instead, I said it out loud
He looked directly into my eyes
"Maybe this one is true"
I said on my mind
I asked him,
"Hey! Are you the real one?"
But like what Ms. Feelings did,
He also left me,
Without saying a word
I am really disappointed
I think I'm about to cry
I'm confused
Who was the real one?!
I immediately stand
And run as fast as I can
I felt something
It was raining
But the raindrops can't stop me from running
Suddenly, A man embraced me
I was shocked
It was God
He pointed out a man after him
"My princess, Would you wait for this man after me?"

Just the Name

This Literary Article is not mine. It was my friend's article. :)


"I wonder what goes through your mind when you hear my name."

The way you look at me with that blank stare, your eyes are telling me that I should look away when our gazes meet because we are strangers – two different people who happened to be in the same realm. It was not like we were going to be friends. No. The boundaries set between us are clear—you stay on your side, I stay on mine.



No interaction involved. No talking, no smiling, nothing, for the rest of the year.


I don't know how it happened, but we became friends (at last) —talking about the most random things, laughing. Then I noticed your smile. How the corner of your eyes wrinkle when you do. How you look happy when you laugh. How you are one of the most sincere people I have ever met.

But my feelings are never part of the plan. We are just one of the seven billion people who happened to be an acquaintance. And colleagues or at least, friends are not supposed to feel this way. But still, I do.

They say I should be over it by now. That my feelings cause too much drama and that I should move on because it was a feeling that has never really happened fully. Maybe they're right. Maybe I really should have fully recovered from the drama and trauma you have caused me.


What can I do? I am still stuck to what we have before. But loving you and being with you for quite some time is the one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

There was never an "us" to begin with. But whatever that was, whatever we shared, I can say that it was beautiful. That love is a beautiful thing. For a little while...